The room was cloaked in silence—thick and heavy, broken only by the occasional crackle of the oil lamp burning dimly in the whole room. It was night. The kind that settled deep into the bones of a palace, washing everything in soft shadows and hollow stillness.
The tall windows stood open, letting the gentle night breeze flutter the light curtains as the stars twinkled in the dark sky beyond. The air carried the faint, medicinal scent of herbs and turmeric, sharp yet oddly soothing.
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